Because in my game, all the dolls were boys, like Al. And they never got better.
They were sick for a very long time, and then they died. I put them in a hole in the ground, in the garden.
When I was ten, my mother died. My father was unhappy, and began to drink a lot. Sometimes he came home with strange women, but he didn't marry any of them. 1 think the women didn't like him, because he drank so much. When he wasn't drunk, he played with Al. So I had more time alone.